my REAL last entry.
Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she's gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Follow her down to a bridge by the fountain
where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
Waiting to take you away
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds
And you're gone.
Picture yourself on a train in a station
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
dedicated to Mitch Hedberg..R.I.P.
Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me.
See, livejournals cause drama and nothing else-fighting, crying, and false friends who are only there when you're upset. I've decided I don't need that. If I want something to write in about my problems, I promise nobody is ever going to see it. But this is my last journal, so here goes. I'm sure many of us, even those who did not know him (including me) will miss Mitch Hedberg more than we'd miss our own parents, and I'll never forget that ducks eat free at subway. So this is goodbye to livejournal. Forever.
Goodnight.
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she's gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Follow her down to a bridge by the fountain
where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
Waiting to take you away
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds
And you're gone.
Picture yourself on a train in a station
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
dedicated to Mitch Hedberg..R.I.P.
Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out
It doesn't matter much to me.
See, livejournals cause drama and nothing else-fighting, crying, and false friends who are only there when you're upset. I've decided I don't need that. If I want something to write in about my problems, I promise nobody is ever going to see it. But this is my last journal, so here goes. I'm sure many of us, even those who did not know him (including me) will miss Mitch Hedberg more than we'd miss our own parents, and I'll never forget that ducks eat free at subway. So this is goodbye to livejournal. Forever.
Goodnight.